A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

At this moment, Qiqi had only one thought in her mind—

We have to hurry and catch up with that gust of wind, catch up with Lingling!

Her little nose twitched, her face tense, and following the lingering sweet scent in the wind, she dashed forward.

Her two short legs moved incredibly fast, her schoolbag bouncing on her back, and her little braids were practically swinging sideways.

On the street, I spotted this tiny figure, whooshing through the crowd and creating a gust of wind.

"Oh my god, did something just go by?"

A man squatting by the roadside, slurping noodles, looked up, blinked, and saw the soup in his bowl still sloshing around.

The woman selling pancakes nearby waved her spatula and exclaimed, "Absolutely! With a schoolbag on her back, she's like a little firecracker, gone in the blink of an eye!"

On the street corner, a few young men with dyed yellow hair, riding motorcycles with their front ends sticking up high, were posing for photos. The motorcycles were making a loud rumbling noise.

The blond-haired guy, who was leading the group, tossed his hair, preparing to do a burnout, when he felt a "whoosh" beside him—

It seemed like something, with a slight breeze, brushed past his car wheels.

He turned his head and glanced at it.

A little girl with a pink backpack was rushing forward with her short legs swinging like wheels of fire.

That speed was even faster than when he twisted the accelerator to its maximum!

In the blink of an eye, only a small black dot remained.

"..."

The blond guy fell silent.

His brothers behind him also fell silent.

The group of people all lowered their heads and looked at the Ghostfire Chariot they were riding, which had been modified for tens of thousands of yuan and was known as the "strongest 125 on earth".

I looked up again at the little backpack that was almost disappearing at the end of the street.

One of the henchmen swallowed hard, his voice dry, "Boss, shouldn't we replace this car?"

"Screw you!"

The blond guy slapped his helmet, but he was a little dazed himself. He scratched his blond hair and asked, "Was I drunk too much last night? Am I still not awake?"

Another underling timidly raised his hand: "Boss, we drank Wahaha last night..."

"Damn it, if he wasn't drunk, what was that just now? Bolt's sister? Coming to the World Athletics Championships with a backpack?"

"How about we skip playing today and go home to lie down for a while? I feel like my head might be a little messed up."

Several teenagers silently pushed their motorcycles to the side of the road, squatted in a row, and began to contemplate life.

On the other side, on a wide avenue.

A black sedan was driving at a steady speed. The driver was a middle-aged man in a suit, listening to the financial channel, and tapping his fingers lightly on the steering wheel.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a small shadow darting past on the right-hand sidewalk.

He instinctively turned his head.

I saw a little girl, carrying a schoolbag, rushing forward with her head down.

That speed...

He glanced silently at his speedometer.

80 miles per hour.

That little girl seems to be keeping pace with him?

Wait, it seems like it's still moving forward?

The man blinked, slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road, then took out his phone and made a call.

"Hey Lao Wang, call me a designated driver."

The person on the other end of the phone was taken aback: "Mr. Zhang, have you been drinking?"

"I didn't drink it."

The man rubbed his temples, looking at the small figure that had long since disappeared, his voice a little unsteady, "But I think I might be drunk."

"..."

At this moment, Qiqi had no time to care about the chaos she had caused.

She kept inhaling through her small nose, trying to catch the increasingly faint and dissipating sweet fragrance in the wind.

That's the taste of Lingling.

But the wind was too strong, there were too many people on the street, and all sorts of strange smells were mixed together. That little bit of sweet fragrance was like rock candy that had fallen into a hot pot, and it was really hard to find.

She was in a hurry.

I was so anxious I wished I could just fly away.

But the older brothers, sisters, uncles, and aunts in the bureau all told me: you can't fly in front of ordinary people, it will scare people and cause trouble.

Qiqi remembered it very well.

It cannot fly.

Then... let's jump.

By jumping higher and longer, you can avoid taking those winding, circuitous routes.

You can jump straight over houses, cars, or anything that's blocking your way!

Yes! Jump!

Qiqi's eyes lit up, and she immediately changed her strategy.

She spotted an alleyway about five or six meters wide ahead, and with a push of her short legs, she...

"Whoosh!"

Like a light, floating cannonball, he traversed the alley and landed on the air conditioner unit on the second floor across the street.

Then, with a light tap of his toes, he "whooshed" to the edge of the rooftop of the building next door.

In just a few quick "whoosh" movements, she started doing parkour between the rooftops of a row of old-fashioned residential buildings, dashing straight ahead in the direction from which the smell was coming from the wind!

This is much faster than driving around in the crowded streets below!

Soon, Qiqi arrived at a riverbank.

There is a bridge over the river, but it's a long walk to get around it.

The scent in the wind indicated that Lingling was being taken to the other side of the river.

Qiqi stood by the river, looked at the river, which was more than ten meters wide, and then looked at the opposite bank.

There were a few people gathered on the shore, holding up their phones and shouting.

Beside the bridge, a few trendy young people dressed in tight-fitting sportswear were taking selfies with selfie sticks and action cameras, spitting as they pointed at their phone screens.

"Watch closely, everyone! The next move is called 'Dragonfly Skimming the Water'!"

"See those rocks on the river? We'll use them as footholds, employing specific footwork and power techniques to jump over them! This requires extremely strong core strength, a great sense of balance, and..."

The host was talking enthusiastically, and the live stream was flooded with gifts and "666" messages.

Then, everyone, including the thousands of viewers in the live stream, saw the edge of the camera—

A little girl carrying a backpack and wearing a school uniform ran to the riverbank.

Stand still.

Squat down slightly.

He struck a perfectly standard elementary school student's standing long jump ready position.

Then, under the bewildered gazes of the streamer and everyone in the live stream—

"Hey!"

The little girl gave a soft shout and suddenly exerted force with her short legs!

"Whoosh—!"

Her whole body, like a cannonball fired from a gun, traced a low, flat arc—

"Clatter".

It landed lightly and steadily on the opposite bank of the river, more than ten meters away.

After landing, the little girl didn't even look back. She just waved her little hand in front of her nose, as if trying to identify something, and then with a few light and swift leaps, she ran away.

All that remained was this side of the river, the livestreamer holding a selfie stick, and the deathly silent screen in the livestream room.

The wind blew across the river and ruffled the anchor's messy bangs.

For about ten seconds, the barrage of comments in the live stream went completely blank.

Then--

"Holy crap??????"

"What was that just now????"

"Am I fucking blind???"

"Streamer, did you hire actors?! The special effects are amazing!"

"It's a script! It's definitely a script!"

"Stop broadcasting parkour! Broadcast this! We want to watch this!"

"Where did you find that young girl? Is she a potential member of the national team? Does she have a world record of 10 meters in the standing long jump?"

"Hey streamer, give me one!! Send me rockets!"

"Yes! Show us something, streamer! Otherwise, I'm unfollowing!"

The streamer, holding a selfie stick, stiffly turned his head and looked at his teammates, who were equally dumbfounded.

He stiffly turned his head and looked at the opposite bank of the river—it was empty, with only the wind blowing through the grass.

Finally, he looked down at the barrage of comments on his phone screen, all demanding that he "perform something."

silence.

A long silence.

Then, he raised his hand, rubbed his eyes hard, and slapped his face forcefully.

"Slap! Slap!"

The sound was crisp and clear.

It hurts.

Not a dream.

The anchor opened his mouth, wanting to say something to the camera, but found that his throat was blocked and he couldn't utter a single word.

He silently ended the live stream.

Then, he plopped down on the riverbank, put his hands on his head, and began to question the meaning of life.

Is it because I've been staying up all night editing videos lately that I'm really too tired?

Are you so exhausted that you're experiencing hallucinations at this level?

He took out his phone and silently opened the appointment registration page.

Hmm, tomorrow, I'll go see an ophthalmologist... no, I'll see a psychiatrist.

This illness cannot be delayed.

Qiqi kept jumping.

Hopscotch, jump over the wall, jump over the grove of trees.

If you can go in a straight line, never take a detour.

Her face was tense, and she had only one thought in her mind:

Hurry up.

Faster.

Lingling, wait for Qiqi.

The scent on the wind is getting closer and closer.

It's right ahead.

Qiqi took a deep breath and kicked her legs out forcefully—

"call out!"

The small figure, like a cannonball, pierced the deepening night and plunged headlong into the western suburbs.